June 14, 2016

3 Birds...A Poem by D

3 Birds

Sitting in the early morning light
Gazing out the window
I saw a red bird land upon the sill.
A cardinal I believe.

As I watched her, she started to change
From Red to Blue
And she became a beautiful BlueBird
With a full and proud breast.

As I admired the beauty on my sill
She started to change yet again.
To the blackest of black
and became the Raven.

She looked at me
And I at her
She spread her wings
And took off in flight.

The stages of the beautiful bird
Are like the stages of our love.
Red and full, Blue and Proud.
Black and lifeless and dead.

Debra Lord

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